If I work in treated unfairly. If I dint I feel like **** and depressed.

Was it the dead lonley cracked tree.. woods of my alien. Or perhaps the grey street that raised my colors high. Maybe it's the complex and my rude awakening after 3 days of laying dead... Where I started ... I restarted once all the time then never.  Only to be released forever

Closer I get it's tears that blind others truth. I can only love and dictate your own past. I am not ****** . So I shouldn't be treated for his mistakes. There can only be one true God and I've become more then you've seen in awhile.. I'm honest .. are you ?
I can be clear of mind but only with peace of origin. Orion as my father's work. Jesus will I am to B. Never better . Although you except nothing less.

I'm thinking I'ma collect a 300 check cause I get ******* out of life so often and see if I can't just leave my state and go to Cali of  Seattle. And run away. I'm getting old and I need to focus on a music carrear before it's to late. This motivational thing is stupid. I can't be positive around negative emotion. If feels like a failure wherever I go. I'm not happy without money or change. It's painful to feel used and hurt . More people confess there problems to me but never want to hear my result of opinion.

is there a life worth living in a death does not a heartbeat in rhythm call one whose soul is dead ..
do we
everfind light again?  is it that death is a way to live on your own memories or perhaps time gives you a second chance to reflect on your past..
if one speaks  to themselves through many is speech placed in a time of their afterlife ? what would they say in selves ear..or do to act differently ? would it matter could it change them ?
would they as a dead soul linger in a life longer lived? if so.. knowledge knows death.
do we become happier like a blade of grass? Let me explain you see only Walt Whitman can say that the child loves what he does not know..  it's only the curiosity of why something so tiny can open a flower like a bee the earth hums a tune in a pollen wind.. a light can she'd emotion over friction or chill.. it's a time of free will. Sensitive photosynthesis wilt and ****** when lit..
Like
emotions in a sleepover.. breathing as one leafs seed to tree one summer gone so cold..
Repeat and the first tree old..
if the sun rises today I say good morning world as good day says the moon..
and then.. the bees strive for more honey.. until lights lightly loom for the loon. And I say the world wants my gold like fools.

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As I she'd more skin and love more of myself I see others flock. They test me and push me to see if the old me is still existent. I am challenged by man and woman who have consistently offered me opportunity and trust . I have faith that my actions and statements will be looked at as a future for the past to read. Like a time capsule .. nothing is hone forever.. just lost. When found. Is it still as loved and played with... Held and used for it's purpose.. or did we replace it because it was impulse .. and know it's going to be something new and worth less... Now rendering itself added worthlessness